Lost Patterns

A D E A The worn out linoleum has lost its pattern on the kitchen floor D E A And the woman that used to scrub it's turned around and walked right out the door E D A The oil cloth from the table she wiped so many times it's almost gone E A And the elbows leaning on it held the head of a man that drank alone. Every now and then his empty can would shatter the silence of the room As it landed on her pretty face still smilin' from the broken picture frame. Well lately since she left him he just sits at the kitchen table drinkin' beer Starin' at that cold linoleum tryin' to trace the lost patterns 'round his tears. E D D And it's hard luck, hard times, and too many rainy days E Hard workin' people who just get by from pay to pay. A D E A Yes it takes it's toll upon us, we sometimes drive away the ones who care E A From all the wearin' and the tearin' the carin' just walks right out the door.